Fingers tentatively hooked over his top as they semi-smoothly fixed his top, "Marinette, you don't have to be nervous."
She smiled up at him, "I want to impress your father, and I want to do well for you."
"You'll be fine." Her fingers trembled when they brushed his neck accidentally, and he felt sparks from her fingertips.
He was modeling a black and green line that briefly reminded him of his Cat Noir suit, and he'd kept or tried to keep his mind away from the fact that he vaguely worried that it was obvious where his identity drew the line. He knew better than to worry that the glamour wouldn't cover or protect his identity.
"I hope so." Marinette smiled, something all together soft, something that reminded him of how he'd fallen in love with her all of that time ago.
She stepped away and smiled at him, "It looks good."
"I'd hoped that my girlfriend thinks so." Adrien teased, relaxing under her bemused smile.
"Hurry up before your dad hears you." She couldn't stop her smile if she tried, "Besides, I'm on an internship here, and we don't need the rumors right now."
"Father would love it if someone even half as talented as you inherited his company, and you'd do it justice." Adrien gave her a wink, and it both felt dizzying and oddly comforting.
"You're inheriting your father's company." She gazed back up at him from beneath her eyelashes, and he had to catch his breath in order to not just start gasping and ruining her fingers that had just straightened his tank top and light jacket.
"That may be so, but I do think that he'd like it more if a fashion designer or someone who knows more than just how to pose inherited his business." Adrien retorted as soon as he could speak.
"Yeah, but try that again when he's ready or when you're married." Marinette smiled at him as she left his side to stand in place in case she was needed to hurry off to fix something else.
Adrien left to step on in front of the photographer; Marinette smiled, watching him was both uplifting and melted her heart. The green tank top that peeked out from his jacket, highlighted his green eyes and brought them into focus, and the black jacket kept him grounded. It was such a nice contrast for Adrien, and she adored the way it brought his skin to life and made his eyes shine.
It was simple, but somehow just a hint more elegant with the way Adrien held himself; his confidence and his talent shone through in his work completely.
Eventually, outfit two rolled around, and Marinette set to work fixing it to lay just right over Adrien's frame and enhance his already striking good looks.
Adrien shivered lightly as his skin tingled wherever she touched. Her touch was like the polar magnet that he desperately needed; it spread sparks and made him feel perfectly relaxed all at once. It was like static, but less shocking, less surprising. Marinette's touch was like static perfected, and yet that didn't do it enough justice.
Adrien loved her; he really did. One day, he was determined that that love wouldn't just be sparks, but there'd be a vow, a dress and suit pair that she'd design, and a ring on both of their fingers to make sure that they never forgot what the other person meant to them. He'd never be able to forget his love for her no matter what, but a symbol of that love to keep his mind steady on her could never hurt.
Today, all that they had was sparkles, tingles, and a promise for a little more well meaning time together.
